There was the golden child.
Then there was one with testicles, these apparently were golden.
Then there was me, unliked if we are being honest by either parent despite being the first born.
My sister has them bang to rights and we get on extraordinarily well, my brother and I get on really well, but he won;t criticise the narcs that they clearly were.
My father died, two years ago and seemingly( post funeral it came out), I annoyed him (all my life it would appear)
I have a working relationship with my mother, because I don't want any fall out between my siblings whom I love dearly and they me.
I persist because I am in line for 33 and 1/3 of the estate if it doesn't go on nursing care and I bloody earned it.
The mental abuse, the physical abuse (back of the hand) a beating once from my father that would have me in care these days.
I am holding out for 1/3.
I can pass myself off to her on a day to day basis, but I have her measure good and proper.
The Christmas the estate is sorted,(if there is anything left) I will stay in the top hotel in my home city, somewhere she always aspired to and I will take great pleasure in spending it. 